Heirs Of Passion

re world was filled with so much energy, and the bustling sounds of

s the most convenient mode of transp

man – I always loved to think my family was blessed with one of t

was putting on a set of black shades with a

ot particularly wealthy, but she was the only family I knew while growing up. T

think of the implication of all the words they

ved a blank stare. It felt like she became a living ghos

me 5 days later, when she told me we were going somewhere. At that point, I al

busy streets, we finally got to our destination.

very faint hope that I was wrong and there was just a regular activity that we needed to atte

strange and weird to me. My aunt went to si

as I stared. I battled the feeling that kept growing within my chest. That sick feeling that has

ed I had frozen in the spot right in front of the coffins. I ignored the nun, and

y, all the memories came gushing into my mind. Their smiles, their scol

m more, I should not have continuously run off to gather those pieces of fabrics just to

all over; it doesn't matter anymore" came the final

nd burial passed by in a blur with pity looks passing b

ing suffocated, I stepped out of the house with

mself in front of the connecting bridge that led to the house. I didn't reali

le, not daring to say anything. He looked up, final

chuckled at his cute and pouty face. He was a very handsome

my and daddy too? Mine are never around, and when they finally show up, they always hav

d also say I'm running away from my house

id not leave" I responded to him. "What things do your paren

all of the financial things and they just seem so bent on making me a 'proper' heir",

ing in the saddest tone I had ever heard from myself I responded "I wish I could have those moments back

, "You should appreciate them while they are still around and tell them you

d just want the best for you. It took the loss of m

rrible day I got a look that was not pity, but one that comforted me no

me. "I'll keep it till we see next" I told myself as I went back

towards her and held her hand and it was at that point that she look

y as helpless. I hugged her and went to my room to sleep. I woke up

ly imagine would be a painful manner. She was screaming and thrashing on the f

nd urged me to go and get some rest. I turned around to return but then I froze as the sent